Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper, 1882 - Всего страниц: 958 |
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... Italy 604 " Are They not all Ministering Spirits ? " . 585 Griffin , Gerald . Hawthorne , Julian . Song : A Place in Thy Memory , Dearest ..... Adare ... 586 Free - will ..... 929 586 The Bridal of Malahide ... 586 Hay , John . A ...
... Italy 604 " Are They not all Ministering Spirits ? " . 585 Griffin , Gerald . Hawthorne , Julian . Song : A Place in Thy Memory , Dearest ..... Adare ... 586 Free - will ..... 929 586 The Bridal of Malahide ... 586 Hay , John . A ...
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... Italian Morning in May . 371 To Charles Dickens , Esq . Thoughts on the Avon , Sept. 28 , 1817 .. 371 Ruth ..... May and the Poets 371 A Parental Ode to My Son .. Death 372 The Impudence of Steam .. Jenny Kissed Me .. 372 The Death ...
... Italian Morning in May . 371 To Charles Dickens , Esq . Thoughts on the Avon , Sept. 28 , 1817 .. 371 Ruth ..... May and the Poets 371 A Parental Ode to My Son .. Death 372 The Impudence of Steam .. Jenny Kissed Me .. 372 The Death ...
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... Italy .. 268 Ode on Hearing the Drum .... 205 Venice .... 268 Roman Relics .... 268 Scott , Lady John . Lammermoor Roscoe , William . Ettrick .. 740 740 To My Books 244 Scott , Sir Walter . Roscoe , William Caldwell . Lochinvar ... 298 ...
... Italy .. 268 Ode on Hearing the Drum .... 205 Venice .... 268 Roman Relics .... 268 Scott , Lady John . Lammermoor Roscoe , William . Ettrick .. 740 740 To My Books 244 Scott , Sir Walter . Roscoe , William Caldwell . Lochinvar ... 298 ...
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... Italy , where he made the ac- quaintance of Petrarch , then living at Padua . He was employed in other public services , sat in Parliament , shared in the downfall of John of Gaunt , fled to Hol- land , returned home in 1489 , abandoned ...
... Italy , where he made the ac- quaintance of Petrarch , then living at Padua . He was employed in other public services , sat in Parliament , shared in the downfall of John of Gaunt , fled to Hol- land , returned home in 1489 , abandoned ...
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... Italy and Spain , and wasted his patri- mony in dissipation . Returning home , he betook him- self to literature as a means of livelihood . He died in great poverty and friendlessness . From his last book , " The Groat's - worth of Wit ...
... Italy and Spain , and wasted his patri- mony in dissipation . Returning home , he betook him- self to literature as a means of livelihood . He died in great poverty and friendlessness . From his last book , " The Groat's - worth of Wit ...
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Стр. 183 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Стр. 32 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Стр. 188 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Стр. 664 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Стр. 495 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those- trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Стр. 608 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Стр. 61 - VIRTUE. SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal,...
Стр. 93 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead...
Стр. 630 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Стр. 289 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!